The Wood Elf
- Location
- Indianapolis, Indiana, USA
- Birthday
- November 17
- Title
- teacher
- Bio
- On my day job, which lasts well into the evening, I teach French to middle schoolers who are wonderfully voracious readers in a well-educated community on the fringe of Indianapolis. I also coach the speech team that as an experienced former high school coach and parent, I felt compelled to start last year. The rest of my life is tied to my parents for whom I moved here a year ago from the rural village where I raised my children. We enjoy the symphony and opera and camera club and church activities. And Scrabble and the Red Sox, which are the focus of my mother's delights. I read to escape the lists of anxiety elevating demands, a wide variety of genres, but I love stories with people who become my friends and in whose lives I become invested. My delight is in my children, the definition of which I stretch to fit all the borrowed ones in my collection, carefully chosen to take me all over the world in visits. The newest additions to the collection are a granddaughter, a grandniece, and 2 grandnephews, who augment the joys of the sons, daughters, nieces and nephews. I collect multi-generational and international friends. My wandering in real life as opposed to book life include splendid tours of New Zealand with my eldest reader, Korea with my Dad, Hong Kong for the wedding of the borrowed Chinese son, and Europe for summers of study that include visits to the French sister in Sevilla and German son in Heidelberg. I am looking under sofas and car seats for the discipline to write stories of my own which have a rich life inside my head but rarely find their way into print. And I am seeking friends in this new city that share my love of the global community and its possibilities.
My library? Extensive. I treasure books with character, so bound rather than paper, and inscribed from the giver. I read to escape, a wide variety of genres. I have an entire bookcase dedicated to Arturian research and literature, the real 5th century sort rather than the later legends. The historical fiction and documentation of the second world war fill another bookcase. I must confess I also have a Tolkien bookcase, with his works in Korean, Russian, German, French, as well as the myriads of publications since Pete Jackson's films. And I have a Nancy Drew bookcase. I devour books with a blindness to the world around me that really should require therapy. I am thankful to have a sister and children who read, who read aloud, and who write with articulate clarity.
MY RECENT POSTS
- The Greatest Generation Swings
August 30, 2009 06:48PM - Cracks in the Culture: Part 1
August 30, 2009 05:19PM - Smoke Gets in Your Eyes
August 29, 2009 03:17PM -
All I Ask
August 27, 2009 12:02PM - Chapter and Verse
March 31, 2009 07:35PM
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The Greatest Generation Swings
Moving masterfully among the throng of thirty somethings gamely trying to remember Cotillion lessons and the young dads with toddlers, the Greatest Generation men commanded attention. They stood out like a starched shirt among rumpled collars.
When a song began, they took hold of their p… Read full post »
Cracks in the Culture: Part 1
I grew up in a green leafy suburb of the Crossroads of America, a moniker I came to terms with thanks to Eric Clapton, and in spite of the fact that Indianapolis city center is actually a traffic circle and its most famous monument an oval. I tell you this to… Read full post »
Smoke Gets in Your Eyes
Last night I took Dad to the Glenn Miller Orchestra on the prairie, leaving home at the last minute after waiting to hear if the steady rain would cancel the concert. We took jackets and snacks and a flashlight, the equipment loading being a large part of the entertainment… Read full post »
All I Ask
The cell phone cut through early morning torpor, a welcome connection at any time. My friend Sue checking in; odd, usually it would be me calling her on the way to school. I was baffled but delighted when she handed the phone to another former colleague and then to the high… Read full post »
Chapter and Verse
All mankind is of one author, and is one volume; when one man dies, one chapter is not torn out of the book, but translated into a better language; and every chapter must be so translated; God employs several translators; some pieces are translated by age, some by sickness, some by… Read full post »
Home Alone
Thursday
Loneliness came calling,
Knocked and entered,
Sat and said,
"Your kitchen's cold,"
Her voice a knife
That stabbed my soul
Yet did not touch my skin.
"It's quiet here."
A blues sax wailed
To drown her voice:
I cooked and ate and read.
"You live alone," she said.
March 9, 2004
It's been five years thi… Read full post »
Honoring Sarah: Living on Both Sides of the Sword of Death

American Red Cross Organ and Tissue Donation Education Speech
Unexpected death is a powerful two-edged sword. It cuts swiftly and brutally, rending a jagged tear in the fabric of our lives, leaving loose ends that never stop unraveling… Read full post »
Thought du Jour
I have been reading words of remembrance, family stories, poets' moving refrains, and I, with Linus, have asked the question, "What have we learned, Charlie Brown?" In reading this morning's posts, it occurred to me that we turn to men of words in moments like this 90th anniversary o… Read full post »
Crossroads
Lubumbashi 7-22
I leave the eerie beauty of early morning at the
Johannesburg Airport to fly several hours north. From the air,
straight-line roads and curving rivers cut this land, dividing bare
rocks from dry plains from green acres. The shores reach like
fingers into the lakes spar… Read full post »
I shared this exchange with my sister (DogWoman) who thought you might enjoy it. This is a late submission to Open Call: People you love/Politcs you hate.
Here’s how the exchange went (starting apparently from a forward of an email that he received):… Read full post »
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